Soft huffs filled the air as the pegasus kept his lips firm against those of the flattened cellist, each breath adding a bit more shape and form to her body. The soft squeaking of her hide swelling in against the floor at least told him that his efforts were certainly bearing fruit, making him double down in his efforts to reinflate the mare - she’d signal him when she was full, surely. Much as he knew she was no stranger to a swollen, soft belly, he wouldn’t be so presumptuous to overstay his welcome with puffing her back into shape. Especially in such an intimate matter.
 
Each long puff from the pegasus sent more air swirling about inside the cellist, a faint smirk forming between her puffed-out cheeks as the pressure inside her started lifting him from the floor. He was really going full-out on this, wasn’t he? Hopefully he wouldn’t get himself all lightheaded on her account, much as the familiar swelling sensation was undeniably quite pleasant. Time and time again the pegasus huffed away, forcing yet more air into every nook and cranny of her form, her forelegs having already swollen out into soft partially-filled tubes, flanks becoming like large throw pillows while her stomach pressed up into that of the pegasus. Careful not to move her head too much, she looked over to her own forehoof - while she wasn’t completely sure, it seemed as though it was slightly larger than usual, possibly a bit stretched from her previous state. She wiggled it slightly, feeling it squishing in against her leg, faint thoughts starting to fill her head.
 
If she were actually slightly larger than normal, more spread out, it would take a while before she were fully filled back into shape… all the same, with the pegasus doing his best to help her out, maybe a bit of extra size wouldn’t hurt…